I guess I was either blessed or cursed (depending on your view) with a highly active libido. A couple of months ago I was laying in bed with one of my...lovers after we had finished a rather intense bout of good old fashion hard core fucking. Now this perticular man likes for me to talk dirty to him and tell him of some of my exploits. I sometimes talk to him before hand and stroke his cock as foreplay and sometimes I talk to him while he is driving into me. (I do have to be careful about the. Turns out she also went through a breakup. She caught her man fucking a other woman in their bed. I told her that I felt bad and mentioned my situation, definitely not as bad as hers. We end up talking for a few hours, time flew by and before we knew it was already midnight. After we told some stories and jokes we both felt comfortable enough to ask some personal questions. We decided to play a little game of truth or dare, but mostly just truth. We started with our work and hobbies, then. "You talk to the guy she was with yet?" No, he's next." Does this make sense to you?" asked Robinson."Nope. If you're a strong arm robber, or even ply that trade armed, you don't generally run in a pack, and you don't ask a woman who's obviously not carrying a purse for her purse, and a man who has no place to put a wallet for his wallet." So what does it mean?" I don't know, except I'm pretty sure they weren't after these people's valuables." What were they after, then?" That is the sixty-four. She excused herself and went to speak to some of the other ladies who looked after the assemblies. The next thing the group knew, the ladies came around and handed each of the gentlemen a card and a pencil to record who they were dancing with next.The room was filled with giggles and chuckles, as the gentlemen and ladies happily compared cards to make sure no one was double booked, or forgotten. The ladies in their group help the guys get their cards straight.“Hey bro, I just realised there are.